Intertwined || Percabeth Hogwarts AU

Chapter 34

"Now, wait just a minute, Kingsley!" He barked, jumping to his feet.

"Mr. Jackson, I'll have to ask you to be silent until it is your turn to speak," Shacklebolt demanded.

Poseidon was nearly shaking with anger. "Until it's my turn? You expect me to sit here and say nothing as you spew this farce?"

The onlookers were starting to get agitated as a few Aurors slowly inched toward him, but Harry stepped up in front of Poseidon and waved off the Aurors.

Harry looked back at him with a slightly pleading look on his face. "Poseidon, please keep it together. The situation is bad enough as is," he whispered.

Poseidon reigned in his anger and reluctantly nodded, sitting back down. The members of the council grew more stony faced and the tension in the room was palpable.

Silence had never been so loud.

Kingsley unfurled another scroll of parchment. "The witnesses have testified that they've seen you use the Cruciatus curse on three dark wizards. As you're well informed, any use of the Unforgivables is strictly prohibited. Correct?"

"Yes," Poseidon said angrily.

"Two of your squad members were killed in action and it is said to have been by your hand. Do you deny this?" The Minister asked.

"I do," he insisted. "I did not kill them."

"He's lying!" Brandon objected from the corner of the room.

"Silence!" Shacklebolt barked, glaring at the Auror. "Please recount your memory of the events..."

This caused the witnesses of the trial to erupt in another series of protests, mainly asking for their version to be presented first. The council was muttering and fidgeting restlessly while Kingsley had risen to his feet, shouting and trying to get the atmosphere back under control.

Poseidon closed his eyes and the talk around him drowned out. He felt his anger surface once again as flashes of the battle passed through his mind. Or more precisely, the reason why the battle ensued.

In a run down manor located in the clearing of a forest, two groups of wizards stared at each other down, their wands drawn and ready to fire. On one side was Poseidon flanked by six other Aurors and on the other were four cloaked dark wizards.

"These pesky Aurors," one of them viciously spat.

"You can't win," Poseidon said pointedly. "Come along quietly. There's no point dragging this out any longer."

"'Come along quietly,'" a bulky man with muscled arms covered in tattoos mockingly repeated. His wanted poster identified him as a man by the name of Donovan Laroda, an ex-Auror. "You all think you're so high and mighty, but in reality, you're just a bunch of glorified training dogs."

The other three men laughed maniacally while Poseidon's team began to get agitated at their nonsensical behavior.

"You're outnumbered and clearly outsmarted," Matthew gritted out. "Do yourselves a favor and drop your wands."

"Don't taunt them, Matt," Damon murmured, starting to get anxious.

"Outnumbered, you say?" Donovan asked, grinning conspiringly. "Boys!"

With his call, five more wizards appeared out of thin air, having been disillusioned. They grinned as they surrounded the Aurors, pointing their wands at them.

"You were saying?"

"The odds still ain't bad," Seth whispered to the team. "We could take em'."

"Don't think I don't know who you are, Poseidon Jackson," Donovan smirked.

Poseidon raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah, and I know about your wife, Sally, too—"

At the mention of her name, Poseidon's entire demeanor changed. Gone was the stoic, calculating look on his face and in its place was barely restrained anger and unforgiving violence. The man was treading on dangerous territory, but he paid it no mind and continued.

"Pretty little thing. After I'm done here with you..."

The rest of his words were not repeatable. They were heinous. And foul. And disgusting.

And they had an immediate effect on Poseidon. His face contorted and a scream of pure rage and defiance left him as he snapped his wand at the nearest dark wizard. The spell hit the man's chest directly and he was no more. Blood splattered everywhere, but he didn't stop there.

No, not even close.

Poseidon fought like a whirlwind as jets of predominantly green and red light flew around him wreaking havoc and destruction. He was like a storm. A miniature hurricane of water and ice flew from his wand and churned around him as he fought the dark wizards.

Cries arose from all around as bodies dropped onto the ground. But anger washed Poseidon's vision with red. He surged forward with intention, obliterating all those who stood in his way.

The only remaining dark wizard was Donovan himself. His clothes were in tatters and he sported multiple badly bleeding cuts and bruises all over his body. He was whimpering and pleading for mercy, but Poseidon didn't hear a word.

He leveled his wand on the man. "CRUCIO!"

"... Jackson... Mr. Jackson?"